The Devil Came up to Boston (Live)

The devil came up to boston, he was lookin for some balls to break He just got in from quincy, where he'd rained out a lobster bake At the copley T this kid was sawin on a fiddle and smoking a butt The devil jumped up on a globe Dispenser, said dude let me tell you what I bet you didn't know it kid, but i can fuckin strum You may think you're all hot shit, you're just a fuckin bum I've rocked all the hot spots from the garden to the wang I'll bet a lotto card and a pack of marlb's that you can't fuckin hang The kid said my name's sully, and you're a stupid fuck If you wanna party, i'm game to earn a buck... Sully rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard Shit's going down in boston and the devil deals the cards You could win a lotto card and pack of marlboro's But if you lose the devil gets your soul The devil opened up his case and said i'll fuckin start Fire flew from his finger tips, damn that shit was hot The screech across the strings got the subway cops all pissed Then the dropkick murphy's showed up And it sounded something like this... Sully said good job, but i hear that shit like every hour I'm gonna rip it up now, then you can take a fuckin shower Oil in the harbor, watch out sailor Bringin in steamers on a boston wailer Cocked in mattapan, stealin a truck Yuppies in southie, what the fuck The devil shouted pissah, cause he knew he'd just been tossed He started chuggin vodka to soften up the loss Sully shouted, "devil come on back if you ever wanna press you luck I told you once you hard on, you're a wicked stupid fuck"